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Sep 2022
Linda Lishes
She washed dishes.
Her dying wish is
to have her sud-soaked hands
wrapped around a studly man.

Here lies
Harriet Housewife
All she wanted out of life
is to be more than someone's wife.

Here lies
Wendy Winger
She wanted a shot as a Billboard singer.
She didn't make the charts.
They switch the channel.

Here lies
Karen Kohut
She called herself a poet.
She wrote about life in books.
But none ever look.
The publishers didn't print her.
She didn't take a hint, sir.
As they read her epitaph
all they do is laugh.
sandra wyllie
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